Hello. I'd like to announce my new novelette. BOOOOOMBBB.
But seriously. For this post, I have the first two (very short) chapters. Maybe prologues? Lol! I insist you carefully read EVERYTHING to get the story. Don't worry, the chapters are short! Haha.
Anyway, this novelette, which I'm still in the process of writing, is called,

"New Year's Eve Always Ends With A Bang"

Pretty cool, right? Anyway it's a story about two social misfits trying to find their place in the world. Our world. And to do so, they meet many interesting characters which affect them greatly. Do read, and give me encouragement! :D Haha, constructive criticism's accepted.
Anyway, here it is.

New Year's Eve Always Ends With A Bang.

"So, can you guys drop by later? A drink or two? And damnit, keep it down over there, the road's noisy enough... What'd you say? Huh?"

The taller one was trying hard to comprehend his "friend's"... Noise.

*screech*
"Eh, tell ya what. I'll call ya back. I need to... Settle some things with some people."
*click*

"Aw, damnit. Hell good's our planning."
The tall one swore to himself. He slipped his cell phone back into his jeans. He approched the darker one.

"Look man, this isn't gonna work. how the hell are we supposed to-"

"Shut it," the dark one raised his palm to the face of the tall one, "I know what I'm doing. I know what we're doing. We haven;t seen any action all year, and this is gonna make up for it." He was menacingly calm, and a sadistic grin crawled across his face.

The taller one thought.
It was a simple job. Get a cab, get to the Yellow M and get the loadout, then get the hell outta there in the getaway cab, regardless of how willing the cab driver is to help. It may have been easy to do, but getting caught... That would mean the end. But the dark ine insisted upon it, and the taller one merely followed his leader, albeit meekly.

"Hey dip, get in the cab. We don't have all day," the dark one snapped.

The tall one merely slipped in quietly, letting the dark one do the talking.

"Drop by the East Coast. I'll tell you where to go once we hit the expressway."

"Okay sir!" the cab driver exclaimed enthusiastically.

The flashing lights of the city bustle blinded the tall one. He felt a strain on his eyes. But he had to keep a lookout. Anything could happen. He whispers to the dark one.
"How's it gonna go down at the big M?"

The dark one, sitting with his elbows on his thighs, fingers interlocked under his chin, replies quietly, "I know someone who deals. We could get some pretty damn fine coke from 'im."

The tall one was unsure as to what his comrade meant, and returned to observing life outside the cab. But he knew one thing: If they got caught, they'll sure as hell get made...




Chapter 2.
8.24 p.m.

The tall one was on the verge of sleeping. The trip to the Yellow M took longer than he thought, and he could no longer stand getting his eyes fried. Every time he looked out, all there'd be was streaks of painful light.


The dark one spoke. "Dude, wake up, we're nearing the Yellow M. Driver, make a U-turn here, then turn right into the carpark... Yeah, that one up ahead. Then turn left into the side lane."

The driver asked nervously, " You sure you know where you're going? I don't see anyone here..."

The dark one said coolly, "Hey driver. You want some coke? It'd do you fine as hell."

The tall one gasped. He'd let out the plan. Now he was waiting for the driver's reaction. And whether to react to that reaction.

The driver finally realised what kind of person he'd been driving around, and gulped. He had no choice but to follow the dark one's orders. He hesitated a moment, and said. "Erm, I'm, erm fine."

The tall one relaxed, and the dark one spoke once again."Good then. Now, turn left and go forward, the road after the turn's pretty long, and it may get deserted, but just go. By the way, I'm gonna have to explain a few things before we get... What we need. "

The dark and the tall ones kept quiet. All they could do was wait for the sign which would lead them to the loadout order area.

They finally saw it. A discreet Yellow M.

"Drive onto that path right there," said the dark one, "Yes. The neon signs. There."

They stopped by the neon signs. A voice came out of a box.
"So, what'd your loadout be?"

The dark one seemed pleased. "I'll have a large coke, and a McNuggets meal. Change the drink to ice Milo."

"Sure thing. Do wait while we prepare."

"Go forward." commanded the dark one. The cab driver nodded furiously and made the cab inch forward.
(Have you realised how stupid this is yet?)
"Here's your order. That'll be $8.65."

"Oh, good," mumbled the dark one as he took the loadout.
Suddenly, the tall one screamed.

"Oh God!"

This shocked the dark one, and he immediately shot a look at the tall one. "What!?"

"Look at the time! It's 8. 39! Shit man, we're gonna get made!"

The dark one panicked, and shouted at the cab driver.
"Driver! Floor it! We need to get the HELL OUTTA HERE!"
...


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